The first thing you should know is that I'm going to be giving away a pretty awesome prize at the end of this entry. No, it's not an evening with Brad Pitt or a lifetime's supply of cupcakes, but would you really want those either of things anyway? The former would probably be a major disappointment because Brad would just chatter on about Angelina's astounding beauty all the way through your chicken piccata---seriously, how much of a buzzkill would that be?----and the latter would be great for about fourteen minutes, until you realized you couldn't fit into any of your pants anymore.